'History will be kind to me for I intend to write it' ~ Winston Churchill

My entire life I've lived by the rules of Erudite; I've sat underneath the thumb of my mother, and allowed her to dictate my every move and eradicate the thought of defecting. To her, knowledge is the only thing that could possibly solve a conflict. You couldn't possibly solve a conflict with fighting.

'We believe in ordinary acts of bravery'. That's how I thought. That's how I am. I am Dauntless, I will be Dauntless. That's where I'm going.

I knew, without a single doubt, that come time for the choosing ceremony, I would march up to Marcus Eaton. I can picture myself grabbing the ceremonial knife, I can see me cutting my palm. I wouldn't hesitate, I wouldn't even glance at the bowl filled with crystal clear water, the bowl of my current faction. I would look directly at the Dauntless bowl and spill my blood upon the sizzling coals.

I would be Dauntless.

Free from my parents, my mother, my faction. My abusers.

Whatever my tests said, if it said I should go to Amity, Candor, or Abnegation. If I should stay in Erudite. That would not be happening.

'I'm glad you know your own mind well enough to make that decision.' Those would be the words Jeanine Matthews would say to me. No matter how patronizing she says it...

I would ignore her.